just once i'd like
to follow plans
designed by hands
too small to hold
the weight of what
she'd carry, still
she knew her will
she'd had her fill
we'd board a rocket ship
and fly
up through the sky
and stratosphere
ignite the burners
forward, fast, past
the moon and mercury
and straight into
the fucking sun
YOU ARE READING
lost in space on a page
Poetrya collection of poems i wrote when i was sad and needed to get things off my mind, written about the girl inside my head
